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Subject: Growing Part 3 Well I figured it would be nice to get away for some fishing this year. It's always fairly difficult to make time around work and school and church and everything else. So I find this cabin. Far enough but not too far, and the drive wasn't bad at all. Left early so the roads were empty. But that meant that the first day we didn't get there until mid-day, and it was a hot one. Dust blowing around on a country road so the windows are up, and that gets hot. We get there, just me and the kid. I always just call him the kid, just like my dad always used to say for me. Here's the kid. Anyway so me and the kid grab all the gear, rods and tackleboxes and coolers with food we grabbed when we got some bait and gas. The cabin itself wasn't much to look at, but I've seen worse with a better reputation. The door stayed on the hinges as we walked in, and the kid says "Look here!" The previous owners must've measured off height each year. A column of notches sliced in with initials and the year. A lot more permanent than pencil, and it was nice to have some character and history in the place. Felt lived-in. "Nice tradition" So we get to fishing straight away, standing about ten or twenty feet apart along the water, and we just carried everything over with us, packs and gear and drinks. The sun was bright and no clouds at all. Looked nice, big blue sky, but I'm sweating right off, and I'm wearing this fishing hat and one of those vests. I looked the part but I had to get rid of those, started a pile next to me, and the kid did just the same. We never talked too much while we were fishing, but this time we couldn't shut up about how hot it was and that just made it feel hotter, you know? Couldn't get your mind off it. The kid is just in a white T-shirt, his usual uniform, him and all the guys around his age, while I'm all outfitted in a plaid shirt, buttoned up and tucked in and sleeves rolled up. And soaking inside. "I can't believe you're still in that shirt!" I say, "Well I won't be!" And I set my pole down, propped up on my pack, while I undo it. And when I get it off, the undershirt and my chest hair and my back are all just coated wet. I just have to slip that off too, and it's a relief. "Good idea!" says the kid, and he takes his off too, not our usual way of doing things, but we're usually fishing in town, cars going by. Why be shy out here, just me and the kid? Looks like he's izmit escort bayan (https://pomada.org/) put on some good muscle this year, chest and arms a little defined as he's casting and reeling in the line. Before long, I notice him set his pole up while he's digging around in his pack, and he pulls out a pair of jeans just like what he's wearing only older and fade light and cut off at the knee to shorts. He lays 'em down and steps out of his boots, just strips out and stands there in just his underwear for a minute before pulling on those cut-off shorts, and he's looking pretty grown now, getting bigger, he grew a couple inches in under a year. And not bashful at all. He looks pretty comfortable like that, even wading out into the cool water, so I say "Good idea!" And so I take my pants off and he's getting a laugh at seeing me like that and for a good while 'cause I'm looking through my pack for a pair of shorts I could swear I put in there, but they're nowhere to be found. I must've looked a little strange standing there in next to nothing, but he yells over to just stay like that. "I don't care, and what are the chances that anybody would come by and see?" So I just stay fishing. Felt alright. The kid looks over and chuckles every once in a while. And I'm keeping a listen for if a boat is about to come by and see the show. I'm thinking about that and look over to see the kid taking a leak. Not even holding it, just poked it out of the fly and turned on the tap while he's got both hands reeling in his line. I guess he notices that I noticed, so he laughs and starts twisting to the left and then to the right, slowly pissing around and showing off. We had been standing there in the sun for a long time without a break so he had a lot, and I realized that I really had to go too, so I did the same. Now, I'm just in my underwear so why bother with the fly. I just flop it all out, balls too. And we're both kind of looking at each other, seeing what's what. We're both pissing like crazy. I pointed it up and made a big rainbow. You start to make jokes. He holds his and starts casting off sideways like it's his line, looks just like it. Then he's stopped but he just leaves it out. And he's watching me finish. So I just leave it out too. Let it trickle off. Then I jiggle it but don't tuck it away, just leave it out. Feels good. Still kind of goofing around maybe, but just leaving it out there. Let the kid see. A little izmit sınırsız escort (https://pomada.org/escortkat/sinirsiz-escort-bayan) time goes by. Nobody's saying anything about it. I say "Sun feels pretty good on it!" He nods and laughs. We're both looking around but still checking out what's there, you know. Then he opens up the button of his shorts. Just leaves them open for a while. Then I look over and they've fallen to his ankles. So we're both there in just underwear and dick out, you know. Didn't seem too make much difference. Breeze feeling good. Nobody around. So I hold the pole with one hand and slide off with the other until they fall to the ground. I just step out of them and walk around, free and easy. He's just watching. He looks around, makes sure nobody's around. He does the same. Must've been the sun. With nothing on, I can see where his face is a little redder than the rest of him, unless he's blushing. I bring my line in and step over to him, hand on my hip just like "When's the next bus?" Two jaybirds there, smirking. I'm wondering if I got a much sun as him. Looks like he's grown a bit. I tell him so. He says, "Looks like you're growing right now." I look down to see what he's talking about, and I'm starting to sport a little pole of my own, you know when you can see it kind of bobbing as it fills up and holds out in front of you. I kind of like him seeing it, showing off some more. "You'll know what it's like some day, kid." "Oh, I bet I got you beat." We decide we'd like to get a little privacy, so I point over to this shed, little wall and roof half built. We leave everything over by the water and stroll over there. I see this board for stacking firewood I guess and lay my meat out like a butcher. He stands next to me and takes a sharp little rock to mark how long it is on the board. Then I step aside and he lines up with it. He's got his dick where mine was and the rock in his hand still, carves my initials on the line and the year, says something about the official record. He looks down at his dick and at me standing there. He sets the rock down and grabs himself, says "I gotta get hard." And he starts stroking. I never seen anybody really doing it for real. It's really something. And before long he's got it going and that was really something. The kid had my line covered. I picked up the rock with one hand and took a hold of him with the other, carved a little length marker. He laughs, kocaeli escort bayan (https://pomada.org/escortkat/kocaeli-escort) and I can feel it twitch in my hand like a fish trying to get away. He doesn't seem to mind me touching it, thought he might. I give it a squeeze, tell him it'll do the job. He reaches down and holds mine, squeezes, tells me the same. "Didn't do too bad a job. You turned out alright." "Yeah, way to go. Figures I'd have such a big one, looking at this." "That's full size then? Or are you going to have another growth spurt?" "Stretch it. See if it gets any bigger for you." I do, and he laughs. I pull it longer but it's hard so it's not stretchy like when you're soft. I pull again, and it flexes, and I notice that it makes me flex too. I can tell that he feels it in his hand. We're both still sweaty but in a little shade. I wipe the sweat off my forehead with my free hand, and then I wipe his. I clench again and feel him do it with me. We just did that slowly for quite a bit, and it felt pretty damn good. With his spare hand, he carves in his name and the head. "So I don't forget." "Let's see you shoot, kid. You want to show me what you got?" "You gonna do it too?" So then we ended up standing face to face, and he's on a step so he's taller. It's like he just grew, like how maybe he'll be taller in a few years. We're each stroking the other with one hand, practically pressing up against each other, coated wet like we just stepped out of the shower, felt like jacking off like normal only somebody else's hand. I run my hand through my chest hair, and then I reach out and slide it along his chest all smooth and wet, slippery. He's got one hand on my side, kind of steadying us, and then he pulls us closer, fingers grip under my ass and pulls our bodies tighter and I feel our balls touch together. Something about that new feeling just got me right there and ready and I just let loose, but I realize he beat me to it and I get some of the kid's up onto my chin, and it's hot. My knuckles get sopped up with it all, both of ours I guess. I just about died from it all, felt so good and took so much out of me. We laughed and ran off to get in the water. A boat went by as we were running in, too, but I sure a Hell didn't care. They probably couldn't see, but I don't know. That was it. That's what started the tradition. That board started filling up the more we brought guys up there with us. Who knows if they ever got up to anything like that before or after but something up there made it happen, still happening every year. So you want to come? If you're reading this, you can go ahead and make a donation to Nifty and let me know about it. I love to hear from you after you're done reading.